Chapter three of The Witches of St Bestoras, in which Isogarde creates chaos and Ace finds herself once more up against the disciplinary will of Marguerite Frostmourne…
I did obey Marguerite, for at least five minutes. I doubted her determination that I was of her clan. I sure didn’t feel any real connection with it, and there was no blue hue about my skin as there was about hers. The woman was pure ice. I was not. Still, she’d been sure enough to scar me for life on the basis of her hunch, so it was safe to say that she was worth humoring, if not avoiding altogether.
“I know you don’t believe it yet. It doesn’t matter. Forget about it and continue with your studies as normal. Remember, I have my eye on you,” were her parting words as she sent me off to bed.
I was exhausted after fighting against her and I slept like a baby. When I awoke the next morning, the previous evening seemed like a dream, surreal, bordering on the ridiculous. If it weren’t for the bandage on my butt, I would barely have dared to believe that any of it had happened at all.
